The sun wasn’t sure if it could be bothered to rise on another boring day in Boredsville. Clouds drifted across the sky, and drifted away again. Birds fluffed up their wings, prepared to take off, then ruffled their wings again one more time, and did nothing. A rabbit started to dig a new burrow, scratched away a few blades of grass, and flopped into a heap. Why is everyone so bored in Boredsville?